Devin had met Sean a few times here and there, but never anything of meaning as far as conversation goes. In most cases his opinions of him was colored by how Harper described him. Still he remembered what he was like when he was his age and figured they were similar enough. At least he had younger sisters and not an older one so that might be incurable. 

Casually walking through the doorway and into the house he didn't notice anything really different from the last time he came which was to help Harper move back in. Plenty of awkward silences during that afternoon. The pizza he had been paid in was not worth it, but partners do what partners can as they say. 

'Are you sure you should be drinking right after surgery?" Devin asked while thinking he sounded like his mother in his thoughts. He then walked into the kitchen and started to get silverware and cups down. He poured his partner a glass of water and himself a beer from the fridge. Taking the bag of food and putting it on the living room table he sat down on the couch and looked over at his partner. 

"I got only one of them as spicy so make sure you now which is which." He said as he grabbed a fork and looked at what was on the TV. Thankfully it was one of the few channels that wasn't running the news of the shooting today on 24/7. While not one to pry Devin came over to check on his partner so that is what he was going to do. "How is the hand? Jordan said you were pretty lucky." He said without being able to look her in the eyes.